We pant together, and Enzo smiles, gently kissing my forehead.
It isn’t rough.
It isn’t degrading
It’s nice.
“Perfect, Adriana.”
Enzo steals a kiss before he lifts me off his cock. I glance down, staring at the fucking massive erection still straining against me. His cock is glistening in come and a few streaks of dried blood still linger, left from when he fucked me earlier.
“I can fuck all day and all night.” Enzo smirks. “It’s one advantage of being a demon. My cock’s ready whenever I fucking want it to be.”
He lets me lower myself onto the mattress, sliding down next to me. Enzo smiles, and it’s almost kind. It’s almost reassuring. His eyes are almost soft. It’s almost enough to fool me into thinking he cares.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. You’re safe.”
Enzo turns me around, pulling me against him. His arms wrap around me, holding me firmly against him. I’m sleepy and the warmth of his body isn’t helping me stay awake.
I should fight against this, but I can’t. Not right now. Not when the darkness is so damn comforting.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you if I need more.”
6
DON'T WORRY BABY
ADRIANA
Enzo carries me through his ridiculously large walk-in closet and into an enormous bathroom. He sets me down on the cold marble top and I hiss, still sore.
“A shower will help you relax.”
I doubt it.
Not when he's going to join me.
I push my hands down, lifting some of the weight off my very sore legs and ass.
He hasn't noticed my fidgeting, walking into the oversized shower and turning it on. There's enough water pouring out ofmultiple jets to drown a small city, and I watch as he washes himself. The water cascades down his muscular back, dripping from his perfectly formed ass.
The man is beautiful.
A monster, but a beautiful one.
His skin glistens as he rubs his hands over it and the water coats it, catching in the sunlight. It's almost impossible not to stare and I hate the way I can't take my eyes off him.
He turns and walks towards me, carefully picking me up. His arm slips under my leg and he's gentle, surprising me, given everything that happened last night.
Enzo washes me and his hands are soft. He's thorough, kneading away some aches in my muscles as he leaves nothing untouched. He even washes my hair and only when he's satisfied I'm clean and relaxed does he turn the water off.
I'm not relaxed.
I'm not comfortable.
I'm not happy.
But he doesn't seem to care.
